Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Sonnet III: The Vagabond

Oy
you, why you scamperFrom
one bosom to the other,Seeking
refuge not in one placeTravelling,
leaving but an infinitesimal trace.

Stay
you must behind the ribsWhere
you grew, learnt how to loveMore
importantly, how many to loveBut
you misbehave, mess with the laws

Mend
your ways, do mend your waysAnd if
you can't, let final be these days,Leave,
permanently leaveGo
become a felon, no more a vagabondVacate
this body, share with it no bondSans
you, stripped of you, must the breast bereave...

“There's always room for a story that can transport people to another place.” ― J.K. Rowling

About Me

When he realized that he wasn’t made out for a corporate job, Ritesh Agarwal quit CA and took up writing as a full-time profession. He also enjoys teaching, taking amateurish photographs with his over-expensive camera and penning short stories (when he is not procrastinating, that is). Having reviewed dozens of books by dozens of authors, he is hoping that someday somebody would review ‘Lovelets’, the anthology in which he finally got published.
A multi-tasker at heart, he is also planning a career in baby-sitting and story-reading. If you have lots of babies or just wish to indulge in bookish chitchats, you can catch him at Facebook on www.facebook.com/RiteshIsGreatest or toss a friendly email at ritzy182000@gmail.com